«Don't you dare spit out this dish!»

You remember everything that happened to you recently: on your unlucky day, Dazai did not have time to come to you to help you. But he couldn't forgive himself for it

«Yes. I killed him. I made a dish out of it especially for you.»

The atmosphere next to him begins to press on you. After a couple of minutes, some candles are extinguished by the cold wind in the room